the disappointed thief

There’s a reason this door is locked.
If you were wise, you’d leave it alone.
The room is strong and made of stone
and inside is something not to be mocked.

But you think you’re clever with your lockpicks.
You trip the tumblers one by one
and turn the doorknob when you’re done,
forcing the door open when it sticks.

Tell me, what did you think you’d find?
Did you expect a reward for being bold?
A weapon, maybe? A tapestry to unfurl?
Did a wizard or a dragon come to mind?
Gold? Treasure? Riches untold?
All you’ve released is a brokenhearted girl.

inconsiderate

You lead me down the roads I shouldn’t go.
You’re merciless, damming the river of my heart at its bow.
You’ve no consideration for the normal ebb and flow
of my emotions, and I can never say no.

My heart feeds on itself in my chest.
With anemones and rue my soul is dressed--
which I picked for myself, it must be confessed--
for you don’t send me flowers. Still, the best

I could hope for is you to surprise me.
There’s no reciprocation I can see,
although my love’s grown taller than a tree.
Please hear my voice and listen to my plea:

Just go away. Stay away. Leave me alone.
Don’t write. Don’t text. Don’t call me on the phone.